The almost true exploits of an intrepid spinster...her stitching...and her little dog, too!

Jan 13, 2011

IT'S THURSDAY? REALLY?

Have you ever had a week in which you become completely befuddled as to what day it is? Welcome to my world. I awoke today and thought about what day it could be for about fifteen minutes before I stumbled out to Ye Olde Desk Calendar to find out it's Thursday. Already. Hmm.

Stewey and I are lost in a good book at the moment...A Novel Bookstore by Laurence Cosse': This was a Christmas gift from Aunt Chrissy, and despite the fact that I am in no way smart enough to read this book, I am enjoying it immensely. It takes place in France and I'm pretty sure that if I were a better-read person I would "get" all of the references, but as it is I get to feel all shee shee foo foo while butchering the words within.

I decided to pull out One Long Panel last night, and was thrilled to discover that I had enough thread to work on the next section. I had to bench this piece for a while because I've run out of the turquoise ribbon that I'm using, but I figured I could do a little stitching on it while I wait for reinforcements to arrive. This might not seem like a big deal to those of you who aren't nutso, but for me to run out of thread in the midst of a project and NOT drop my proverbial basket is a major accomplishment. Sombody should give me a medal or something.

So I'll stitch as far as I can on this one and will hopefully finish it up within the next week or so, once the new threads arrive in my mailbox. (Note to self...must find mailbox that is buried under eleventy-eight feet of snow.) Those, my friends are all of the exciting details of a Thursday from lil' ol mwa. I'm planning to clean the house today and to finally do something about Mt. Laundry that has accumulated in the closet, but I'm sure this will pass the moment I get absorbed in all things stitchy on the internets. Alas, it is not to be for me to have a perfectly clean home, organized cabinets, freshly laundered laundry, and a dog who pees outside. Such is the life of a spinster on a Hoosierville Thursday.

12 comments:

Long Panel is looking fabuloso!!!! I am sure Stewey is in his glory reading a book that takes place in France! I bet he is trying to school you on all of those big words, isn't he? I imagine him in his smoking jacket and slippers, with a cup of tea and biscuits right next to him while reading. Have a great Thursday!

I have been reading and enjoying your blog for half a year now and the way you talk about yourself, I would have swore that you were AT LEAST in your late 50s/early 60s!You are just a BABY, just a wee little lass! I now have to read your blog with entirely new eyes-not old-lady ones with cataracts, but with only slightly tired ones, with maybe some reading glasses...Good Grief! This has really spun me for a loop! (You can tell that my life is quite small!)Give my love to the 4-legged beauty!Tricia

You are not the only one who gets the day confused. I do it constantly...and the date, too. I have the 7 and 8 year olds in my class trained to change the day and date each morning...Otherwise I get confused! lololol

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A portly, loveable, and somewhat disheveled spinster who loves to stitch, adores her little sister, and toils in vain to meet every whim of a fussy little dog who insists on wearing a silk smoking jacket and cravat.